When someone approached to bow before him, Absalom would extend his hand and embrace him and kiss him.
So Joab went to the king and informed him. The king summoned Absalom, and he came to the king. Absalom bowed down before the king with his face toward the ground and the king kissed him.
Joab said to Amasa, “How are you, my brother?” With his right hand Joab took hold of Amasa’s beard as if to greet him with a kiss.
His words are as smooth as butter, but he harbors animosity in his heart. His words seem softer than oil, but they are really like sharp swords.
When he speaks graciously, do not believe him, for there are seven abominations within him.
You gave me no kiss of greeting, but from the time I entered she has not stopped kissing my feet.